A Man Is Not A Wall, Whose

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...

Nature Distributes Her Favors Unequally.

A Man Is Not A Wall, Whose Stones Are Crushed Upon The Road; Or A Pipe, Whose Fragments Are Thrown Away At A Street Corner. The Fragments Of An Intellect Are Always Good.

A Day Will Come When Everything In My Life Will Be Changed, When I Shall Do Good To Others, When Some One Will Love Me, When I Shall Give My Whole Heart To The Man Whi Gives Ne His; Neanwhile, U Will Suffer In Silence And Keep My Love As A Reward For Him Who Shall Set Me Free.

Honesty Dies In Selling Itself.